Tell her to go home in her underwear

You wave her away. “Okay run along now”

She shuffles around, hands questing to find the best way to cover herself.

“Y- you mean like this?”

“What’s wrong with that?” You reply with a sense of feigned ignorance.

“I’m in my underwear!” She snaps. Her boobs jiggle in her bra when she makes an angry motion.

“I hadn’t noticed”, you say, glancing around her at her ass.

She quickly pivots on the spot, putting her behind outside your field of vision.

“... people might see me! Please!”

“What’s the point of those fine lacey undergarments if noone gets to see them?”

She makes another agitated adjustment, cheeks flushing red again.

“I can’t go home wearing this.. this.. lingerie!”

“I can swap them for a gag if you like.”

“please don’t make me walk home in my underwear!” She pleads

“You can walk home in your underwear now, or you can walk home near dusk when the streets are more crowded.... but still in your underwear.”

You make an exaggerated shrug, “Or I can strip you naked, maybe tie you up somewhere.”

She's spooked by the threat, and clutches her breasts. “I hate you so much”

“Hate me or not, you still look good without your clothes in either case.”